Where do we go from here....

Just came back from Vavuniya seeing so many wounded and imprisoned…Want to say so much but.....


I have caught the madness of your drum
My wild blood beats and throbs with it-come
Homeland, come

Come, from the dust I have raised my head
Torn misery’s bandage from my face
Wrenched my arm free from pain’s grip, cut
My way through the web of helplessness-
Homeland come

where are you?

Today loneliness like a well-tried friend
Has come to be my evening wine-pourer
We sit together waiting for the moon to rise
And set your image gleaming in every shadow

Happy Birthday!